100 Years
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100 years and running,
and nothing seems to stop the tears from coming.
Trapped inside a cage built of bone, held together
by rage, and something love like.
Near and dear to spirit, I hear it, it whispers in the
conscience, not a complimentary voice,
it breaks me down and tells me lies so vicious.
Im not like I used to be.
In hind sight, the misery manipulated my life.
Twilight twinkling, representing my stripes, along the journey
earned in a fight like, battle to regain what was lost,
in the Mai-Tai cocktail of my 20's.
In bright bright lights shown across the screen freely,
just so some souls could avoid the same deities.
Devils and demons, Angels and healings, rebels and
reasons, exposing the changing of seasons,
a mangy hound, to the best in show.
The skull can be a prison, if just one kid listens,
then 100 years is worth every sentence, Im on life row
Sentenced to a century
Starting through the bars glaring hard at the sentry
Guarding every scar with a heart feeling empty
Poppi was a star burning gars full of sensi
Mentally
Reminiscing how he used to stash that
In a white hatchback
Now that money's rare like a pro white halfback
Didn't kill a soul but the system sent him Amtrak
Chance of appeal looking lean like lamb fat
Prison yard sun rays Sunday to Sunday
what he miss is moonlight
Product of a goons life
Howling at the nothing in the sky away from eye sight
Raisin in the sun nothing left ahead but hindsight
39 in this height climb
Light for a lifetime
Some wrinkles in that
Quiet the mind
Silence the tongue, that's young
61 more trips around the sun 'fore we done
Make it last forever they sang
Then the rain came down turned pleasure to pain
And some couldn't stay sane
They'd run from pillar to post
Even chose to kill they own brains
Or make others feel the strain
Brothers from the same mother ranged
Bipolar to hi roller
Pharmaceuticals for my beautifuls in a stroller
That ain't worth the money
Get the power from the solar
Hit em with the honey
And the natural soul
Show em love, blow em kisses, grow em grub
Need no lifejacket, I can float the tub
In August 63 Earl stood with King, Junior
Pain in his past he dreamed for the future
In 92 he stood with King, Rodney
Trying to leave a better world for his progeny
Living room TV in 63
Saw JFK slumped over in his seat
Hospital bed TV in 08
Watched 44 carry 28 states
The same states that viewed Earl as a heathen
He turned around and shot guns for they freedom
World War II lucky to come back
In 91 he lost a son in Iraq
Enough to make the old man's blood boil
Earl bled for freedom, his son bled for oil
In his belongings cassettes by P.E.
Reminded Earl of the protest songs by Stevie
When Earl was young they lynched kids in the streets
But now the Klan wears Blue not sheets cus...
and nothing seems to stop the tears from coming.
Trapped inside a cage built of bone, held together
by rage, and something love like.
Near and dear to spirit, I hear it, it whispers in the
conscience, not a complimentary voice,
it breaks me down and tells me lies so vicious.
Im not like I used to be.
In hind sight, the misery manipulated my life.
Twilight twinkling, representing my stripes, along the journey
earned in a fight like, battle to regain what was lost,
in the Mai-Tai cocktail of my 20's.
In bright bright lights shown across the screen freely,
just so some souls could avoid the same deities.
Devils and demons, Angels and healings, rebels and
reasons, exposing the changing of seasons,
a mangy hound, to the best in show.
The skull can be a prison, if just one kid listens,
then 100 years is worth every sentence, Im on life row
Sentenced to a century
Starting through the bars glaring hard at the sentry
Guarding every scar with a heart feeling empty
Poppi was a star burning gars full of sensi
Mentally
Reminiscing how he used to stash that
In a white hatchback
Now that money's rare like a pro white halfback
Didn't kill a soul but the system sent him Amtrak
Chance of appeal looking lean like lamb fat
Prison yard sun rays Sunday to Sunday
what he miss is moonlight
Product of a goons life
Howling at the nothing in the sky away from eye sight
Raisin in the sun nothing left ahead but hindsight
39 in this height climb
Light for a lifetime
Some wrinkles in that
Quiet the mind
Silence the tongue, that's young
61 more trips around the sun 'fore we done
Make it last forever they sang
Then the rain came down turned pleasure to pain
And some couldn't stay sane
They'd run from pillar to post
Even chose to kill they own brains
Or make others feel the strain
Brothers from the same mother ranged
Bipolar to hi roller
Pharmaceuticals for my beautifuls in a stroller
That ain't worth the money
Get the power from the solar
Hit em with the honey
And the natural soul
Show em love, blow em kisses, grow em grub
Need no lifejacket, I can float the tub
In August 63 Earl stood with King, Junior
Pain in his past he dreamed for the future
In 92 he stood with King, Rodney
Trying to leave a better world for his progeny
Living room TV in 63
Saw JFK slumped over in his seat
Hospital bed TV in 08
Watched 44 carry 28 states
The same states that viewed Earl as a heathen
He turned around and shot guns for they freedom
World War II lucky to come back
In 91 he lost a son in Iraq
Enough to make the old man's blood boil
Earl bled for freedom, his son bled for oil
In his belongings cassettes by P.E.
Reminded Earl of the protest songs by Stevie
When Earl was young they lynched kids in the streets
But now the Klan wears Blue not sheets cus...
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:12.28] 100 years and running,
[00:13.96] And nothing seems to stop the tears from coming.
[00:16.40] Trapped inside a cage built of bone, held together
[00:19.38] By rage, and something love like.
[00:20.85] Near and dear to spirit, I hear it, it whispers in the
[00:23.18] Conscience, not a complimentary voice,
[00:24.84] It breaks me down and tells me lies so vicious.
[00:26.62] Im not like I used to be.
[00:28.82] In hind sight, the misery manipulated my life.
[00:31.18] Twilight twinkling, representing my stripes, along the journey
[00:34.37] Earned in a fight like, battle to regain what was lost,
[00:37.64] In the Mai-Tai cocktail of my 20's.
[00:40.17] In bright bright lights shown across the screen freely,
[00:42.65] Just so some souls could avoid the same deities.
[00:44.74] Devils and demons, Angels and healings, rebels and
[00:47.20] Reasons, exposing the changing of seasons,
[00:49.16] A mangy hound, to the best in show.
[00:51.11] The skull can be a prison, if just one kid listens,
[00:53.57] Then 100 years is worth every sentence, Im on life row
[00:56.63] Sentenced to a century
[00:58.18] Starting through the bars glaring hard at the sentry
[00:59.81] Guarding every scar with a heart feeling empty
[01:02.34] Poppi was a star burning gars full of sensi
[01:05.12] Mentally
[01:07.32] Reminiscing how he used to stash that
[01:09.36] In a white hatchback
[01:10.86] Now that money's rare like a pro white halfback
[01:12.75] Didn't kill a soul but the system sent him Amtrak
[01:15.01] Chance of appeal looking lean like lamb fat
[01:17.27] Prison yard sun rays Sunday to Sunday
[01:20.22] What he miss is moonlight
[01:22.19] Product of a goons life
[01:23.33] Howling at the nothing in the sky away from eye sight
[01:26.02] Raisin in the sun nothing left ahead but hindsight
[01:29.69]
[01:39.67] 39 in this height climb
[01:42.37]
[01:53.19] Light for a lifetime
[01:54.80] Some wrinkles in that
[01:56.51] Quiet the mind
[01:57.62] Silence the tongue, that's young
[02:00.02] 61 more trips around the sun 'fore we done
[02:02.40] Make it last forever they sang
[02:05.19] Then the rain came down turned pleasure to pain
[02:08.26] And some couldn't stay sane
[02:10.56] They'd run from pillar to post
[02:12.44] Even chose to kill they own brains
[02:14.21] Or make others feel the strain
[02:16.57] Brothers from the same mother ranged
[02:18.51] Bipolar to hi roller
[02:20.82] Pharmaceuticals for my beautifuls in a stroller
[02:24.64] That ain't worth the money
[02:26.54] Get the power from the solar
[02:27.61] Hit em with the honey
[02:29.25] And the natural soul
[02:30.38] Show em love, blow em kisses, grow em grub
[02:32.23] Need no lifejacket, I can float the tub
[02:35.26] In August 63 Earl stood with King, Junior
[02:38.25] Pain in his past he dreamed for the future
[02:41.09] In 92 he stood with King, Rodney
[02:44.42] Trying to leave a better world for his progeny
[02:47.16] Living room TV in 63
[02:49.07] Saw JFK slumped over in his seat
[02:52.45] Hospital bed TV in 08
[02:54.96] Watched 44 carry 28 states
[02:57.90] The same states that viewed Earl as a heathen
[03:00.77] He turned around and shot guns for they freedom
[03:03.43] World War II lucky to come back
[03:06.00] In 91 he lost a son in Iraq
[03:08.87] Enough to make the old man's blood boil
[03:11.55] Earl bled for freedom, his son bled for oil
[03:14.32] In his belongings cassettes by P.E.
[03:17.00] Reminded Earl of the protest songs by Stevie
[03:19.85] When Earl was young they lynched kids in the streets
[03:22.81] But now the Klan wears Blue not sheets cus...
[03:24.06]
[00:13.96] And nothing seems to stop the tears from coming.
[00:16.40] Trapped inside a cage built of bone, held together
[00:19.38] By rage, and something love like.
[00:20.85] Near and dear to spirit, I hear it, it whispers in the
[00:23.18] Conscience, not a complimentary voice,
[00:24.84] It breaks me down and tells me lies so vicious.
[00:26.62] Im not like I used to be.
[00:28.82] In hind sight, the misery manipulated my life.
[00:31.18] Twilight twinkling, representing my stripes, along the journey
[00:34.37] Earned in a fight like, battle to regain what was lost,
[00:37.64] In the Mai-Tai cocktail of my 20's.
[00:40.17] In bright bright lights shown across the screen freely,
[00:42.65] Just so some souls could avoid the same deities.
[00:44.74] Devils and demons, Angels and healings, rebels and
[00:47.20] Reasons, exposing the changing of seasons,
[00:49.16] A mangy hound, to the best in show.
[00:51.11] The skull can be a prison, if just one kid listens,
[00:53.57] Then 100 years is worth every sentence, Im on life row
[00:56.63] Sentenced to a century
[00:58.18] Starting through the bars glaring hard at the sentry
[00:59.81] Guarding every scar with a heart feeling empty
[01:02.34] Poppi was a star burning gars full of sensi
[01:05.12] Mentally
[01:07.32] Reminiscing how he used to stash that
[01:09.36] In a white hatchback
[01:10.86] Now that money's rare like a pro white halfback
[01:12.75] Didn't kill a soul but the system sent him Amtrak
[01:15.01] Chance of appeal looking lean like lamb fat
[01:17.27] Prison yard sun rays Sunday to Sunday
[01:20.22] What he miss is moonlight
[01:22.19] Product of a goons life
[01:23.33] Howling at the nothing in the sky away from eye sight
[01:26.02] Raisin in the sun nothing left ahead but hindsight
[01:29.69]
[01:39.67] 39 in this height climb
[01:42.37]
[01:53.19] Light for a lifetime
[01:54.80] Some wrinkles in that
[01:56.51] Quiet the mind
[01:57.62] Silence the tongue, that's young
[02:00.02] 61 more trips around the sun 'fore we done
[02:02.40] Make it last forever they sang
[02:05.19] Then the rain came down turned pleasure to pain
[02:08.26] And some couldn't stay sane
[02:10.56] They'd run from pillar to post
[02:12.44] Even chose to kill they own brains
[02:14.21] Or make others feel the strain
[02:16.57] Brothers from the same mother ranged
[02:18.51] Bipolar to hi roller
[02:20.82] Pharmaceuticals for my beautifuls in a stroller
[02:24.64] That ain't worth the money
[02:26.54] Get the power from the solar
[02:27.61] Hit em with the honey
[02:29.25] And the natural soul
[02:30.38] Show em love, blow em kisses, grow em grub
[02:32.23] Need no lifejacket, I can float the tub
[02:35.26] In August 63 Earl stood with King, Junior
[02:38.25] Pain in his past he dreamed for the future
[02:41.09] In 92 he stood with King, Rodney
[02:44.42] Trying to leave a better world for his progeny
[02:47.16] Living room TV in 63
[02:49.07] Saw JFK slumped over in his seat
[02:52.45] Hospital bed TV in 08
[02:54.96] Watched 44 carry 28 states
[02:57.90] The same states that viewed Earl as a heathen
[03:00.77] He turned around and shot guns for they freedom
[03:03.43] World War II lucky to come back
[03:06.00] In 91 he lost a son in Iraq
[03:08.87] Enough to make the old man's blood boil
[03:11.55] Earl bled for freedom, his son bled for oil
[03:14.32] In his belongings cassettes by P.E.
[03:17.00] Reminded Earl of the protest songs by Stevie
[03:19.85] When Earl was young they lynched kids in the streets
[03:22.81] But now the Klan wears Blue not sheets cus...
[03:24.06]